Page 46 of Playing Dirty
Fuck it.
I pull her in, my mouth crashing against hers, and she gasps into me and then she's kissing me back just as hard. I pull her body against mine, one arm wrapping around her waist, my tongue sweeping deep, and her hands come up and lock around my neck, hot against my damp skin as the rest of the world disappears.
I've spent weeks imagining what it would feel like to finally kiss this woman, but the reality is so muchfuckingbetter than the fantasy.
"Are you sure you want this?" My breath is ragged, my fist still buried in her hair, and thinking straight is a distant memory. "Tell me to stop and I will, Ace. It'll kill me, but I will."
"I don't want you to stop." Her voice has gone husky, barely a whisper, and her fingers dig into my shoulders like I might be the one to leave. "Cillian, I swear to god, if you stop touching me right now?—"
That's all I need. My mouth is back on hers and she meetsme just as hungry, fisting her hands in my wet hair, and I walk her backward step by step until her shoulders hit the wall and she gasps.
My hand slides down her thigh and I hook my fingers in her underwear and drag it down her legs. She kicks it aside without breaking the kiss, and I pull back and drag my mouth down her throat, her chest, her stomach, feeling her breath stutter under my lips the whole way down, and I sink to my knees on the concrete in front of her and slide her dress up.
"Cillian." She's breathless, looking down at me with wide eyes. "What are you—oh!"
I grip her thighs and heave her upward, hooking her legs over my shoulders until she's spread wide against the wall. I bury my hands in her ass to anchor her there, and god help me, I could spend a small lifetime exactly like this. One of her hands grabs for my hair while the other slaps flat against the concrete behind her, her fingers scrabbling for something to hold.
I seal my mouth over her pussy, the rest of the world falling away as I finally give in to the starving, greedy need I've been white-knuckling for weeks.
"Oh my god, yes,yes," she moans, her head falling back against the wall.
She tastes better than every fantasy I've run through my head, sweet and hot and intoxicating. I've been half out of my mind for her, desperate to have her like this, and I have never in my life needed to make a woman come as badly as I need to feel her shatter against my mouth right now.
She moans above me, her fingers tangling deep in my hair, pulling with a desperation that vibrates through my entire frame. I wonder briefly if any staff are still in the building, but I’m too far gone to care. Let the whole world find us. I wouldn't stop now if the roof collapsed.
"Oh god, yes," she gasps, and I can feel her getting close, herthighs starting to tremble where they're clamped around my head, her whole body drawing tight.
"Fuck, Ace." I growl it against her skin, and she jerks against my mouth. "Look at you, coming apart for me. I knew there was somethingfilthyburied under all that buttoned-up politeness."
"Cillian," she whimpers.
I look up, holding her spread against the wall as I work her pussy with my mouth, and the sight of her nearly ends me. Head thrown back, throat bare, completely undone. The most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, and I'd happily live out the rest of my days right here on my knees for her.
She's panting, right on the edge. "Cillian, I'm—I think I'm?—"
"Give it to me, sweetheart." I seal my mouth over her clit, working my tongue in the exact rhythm that has her shaking. "Be a good girl and come for me. Right fucking now."
I need to feel her break more than I need my next breath.
"YES—"
Her cry echoes as she shatters, her thighs locking tight around my head while she pulses against my tongue in heavy, rolling waves of release. I work her through the aftershocks until the last shudder leaves her. Then I press a slow kiss to her inner thigh before easing her legs down, letting her feet find the floor.
I rise to my full height and catch her jaw in my hand, and her eyes find mine, vulnerable in a way I've never seen from her. And finally, after so many fucking weeks of circling each other, of wondering if she felt this pull too or if I was just losing my mind, I have my answer. It's written all over her face.
She stares up at me, panting, then grabs the back of my neck and pulls me down into a kiss, and just like that I'm drowning again, gone, completely under her spell, and I have to have her right now or I'll lose whatever's left of my mind. My cock is straining against my pants, and I shove the waistband down, freeing myself.
"I'm not carrying a condom." I mutter it against her lips, every primal nerve screaming to just move. "Margot. Tell me if we need to stop."
"I'm on the pill." She shakes her head, her hands flat against my bare chest. "Don't you dare stop now."
"I'm clean, Ace. Tested a month ago."
"I don't care, Cillian, just?—"
"Listen to you, actually begging." I can't help the wicked grin as I drag the head of my cock against her, a slow, torturous slide while she trembles. "A month of looking at me like I was beneath you, and now you're begging for it bare against a wall."
"You arrogant—oh my god?—"
